Over-analyzing, who, me??

So. Friday the 13th. So far I've only been unlucky in that I was joined on the train this morning by a commuter I instantly recognized as having sat next to me last week - by his smell.

No, it's not a particularly nice cologne. I wish! He has a name in my head now, not very creative but he is 'coffee-farter guy'. Dude would sound better but this guy is not cool in any way. Not obviously mingin, just some suit guy in maybe his late 30s or early 40s who farts stress+food on the go+too much coffee. I briefly clinged to the notion that maybe he's just one of those unlucky ones with really bad breath problems where you produce some kind of sulphur which makes your breath smell literally like shit. But then I realized the smell hits you when he shifts in his seat. Eek.

The story also has a bit more to it - this guy represents the most blatant case of ogling I've ever been on the recieving end of. I'm me and this is Sweden and blatant ogling is not common, but we were on a two-seat and he had to turn his head like at least 15 degrees and kind of down to stare at my chest so it was kinda hard to miss. Also, he has been overly attentive and polite in the 'I'm getting off here can you let me get past dance' which either means he is not completely oblivious to me, or, British (I'm leaning towards both).
Now, as commuters you do have favourite spots where you enter the train but to end up next to the same person twice in two weeks is not common. Wouldn't it be just hilariously sad if just this particular guy happened to be the one and only (to my knowledge) to have one of those 'oh that fellow commuter is kinda cute and not totally out of my league maybe I'll try to sit next to him/her' crushes on me?

OK, I'm gonna do some work now.